paroles de chanson A Mother's Love's a Blessing - Foster , Allen

An Irish boy was leaving
Leaving his own native home
Crossing the broad Atlantic
Once more he wished to roam
And as he was leaving his mother
While standing on the quay
She threw her arms around his neck
And these were the words she said
A mother's love's a blessing
No matter where you're home
Keep her while she's living
You'll miss her when she's gone
Love her as in childhood
Though feeble, old and grey
For you'll never miss your mother's love
Till she's buried beneath the clay
And as the years go onward
I'll settle down in life
I'll find a nice young Irish girl
And make her my sweet wife
And as the kids grow older
And climb around my knee
I'll teach them the very same lesson that
My mother once taught to me
A mother's love's a blessing
No matter where you're home
Keep her while she's living
You'll miss her when she's gone
Love her as in childhood
Though feeble, old and grey
For you'll never miss your mother's love
Till she's buried beneath the clay
For you'll never miss your mother's love
Till she's buried beneath the clay